Earemir Leafbeam. The only non-Spartan member ever admitted to Noble Team. Skilled, lethal, and to the point, Leafbeam was the perfect addition to the team after their last Six was lost.
But he was no accepted. How could someone who had killed his brother, out of self defense or not, be accepted onto a team of brothers (and one sister)? It was just not plausible. But nevertheless, Holland assigned him to the squad, and Noble eventually accepted him
Mission: Locate and exterminate an Insurrectionist leader; Kathreen Rainfield.
The ear piece crackled in Earmire's ear as Kat initiated the eaves dropping microbots she had built and planted in the office of the notorious terrorist mastermind Rainfield. She sounded beautiful, Earemir thought to himself, her voice smooth as it rolled through the earpiece. He cracked his knuckles, loosened his shoulders, and prepared to dive into the room from the window he stood to the left of, on six inches of ledge.
Thirty stories below, smog concealed the city streets from him. Drug deals, illegal weapon trades, rape. . .what else could be going on in the undercity, cloaked by the muggy clouds. He had never been down there much, several times for runner training or to take out a mob boss when he was hired by a rich father protecting his loose-lipped daughter. But, none of that mattered now.
Rainfield's voice was so relaxed, so easygoing, but from where the conversation between her and her guest was going, she was ready to draw a poisoned blade and plunge it into the unfortunate victim's heart.
He had to take her out before that happened, because the woman in there was a military gem-Catherine Halsey. Earemir stretched his arms out in front of him, while maintaining his balance, then grabbed the edge of the window. Heaving his weight in an arc over thin air, he swung himself in through the window, the safety glass not shattering but merely shying away from his boots as he crashed into the room.
Halsey looked over Rainfield's shoulder with the calm, cool look that she always maintained. Meanwhile, Rainfield spun around, aiming a small pistol at the large man facing her. "Stick 'em up, big boy." She growled, blond hair falling in her eyes.
"You, Kathreen." A gruff voice said from behind, coming up behind her and putting the cold barrel of the assault rifle against her neck. Emile towered over the fearful woman. "You're under arrest-"
"The hell I am." Kathreen grinned wickedly; Emile and Earemir exchanged puzzled glances. Halsey stood suddenly and walked out the door.
"I'd take the stairs down, if I were you."
Emile, gun still aiming down at Rainfield, ready to tear her apart, muttered, "Would it kill her to not be cryptic once in a while?"
"Donno the woman." Earemir drew his knife, a wicked dagger that had seen many throats cut. "And this one's not gonna be a problem anymore." He took a step toward her, then another.
Emile glanced at the new member of the team. "Ready?" He asked; Rainfield tried to dart between them, her eyes wild with fear. The large Spartan grabbed her arms and held her in front of him.
"Ready." Earemir cracked his knuckles once more, then bared the knife. Rainfield's scream faded as she drowned in her own blood. He hadn't even realized that the knife had sliced her carotid artery. It just happened. Like all those times before.
I haven't updated in a long time. Sorry guys! Been feeling like crap lately.